When I was a child
I could see the wind in the trees
And I heard a song in the breeze
It was there, singing out my name
But I am not a girl
I have known the taste of defeat
And I've finally grown to believe
It will all came around again
And though I may not know the answers
I can finally say I am free
And if the questions led me here
Then I am who I was born to be
And so here am I
Open arms and ready to stand
I've got the world in my hands
And it feels like my turn to fly
Though I may not know the answers
I can finally say I am free
And if the questions led me here
Then I am who I was born to be
When I was a child
There were flowers that bloomed in the night
Unafraid to take in the light
Unashamed to have braved the dark
Though I may not know the answers
I can finally say I am free
And if the questions led me here
Then I am who I was born to be
I am who I was born to be
A friend recently asked me who I thought I would have been without the incest in my life. I told him, I had no idea. I had never even thought about it before. Healing from incest has taken up so much of my life. I, too, am a wounded warrior.
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ReplyDeleteI would be honoured. May I do the same?
ReplyDeleteI am proud to stand tall along side my warrior brothers and sisters. We may be wounded but they didn't kill us.
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